You're insincere not a lot of heartbeat here
Surrounding yourself with straws
Something you can sink your claws into
The time has come
You're insincere a machine of lies in high gear
Partying above the law
Something you can sink your jaws into
The time has come
You're insincere
The poor man greets your sneer
The rich man gets your cheer
When he helps your career
But now the time has come
Smoke fled mirror
Everything is crystal clear
Selling privilege for price yeah
Pay a favor and we'll play nice
The time has come
Your blood is green
Campaigning like it's Halloween
Playing trick-or-treat for votes
Snuffing out the pumpkin's hope
But man your time has come
Haste the storm
Blow away your rotten platform
Leave a space to dream and grow
Hallelujah rooster crow because
The time is come
credits
from The Medders,
released September 1, 2009
Cheyenne vox, acoustic guitar, bass, mandolin
Carson electric guitar
Will drums
Joshua piano
Priscilla backing vox
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